Bring me the sunset in a cup
And I’ll show the beauty of God’s grace
The unimaginable detail with which He painted each face.
I’ll show you the lines of laughter and
Moist tear stained cheeks
Grooves and curves gently carved out to hold eyes...
That search the deepest of deep
Bring me the sunset in a cup
And you’ll hear the sweet song of angels
Crying Holy, Holy, Holy
Whispers of wind created by graceful flapping of wings
Flaming ones, guardians, glorious creatures
Wheels turning to and fro,
Covering the holiest of thrones
Bring me the sunset in a cup
And we’ll search great mysteries of the unknown
On bread alone we cannot survive
But sweet words written down,
Spoken, declared, and yet alive
A lamp, a light, instructions
Hope throughout the night
Bring me the sunset in a cup
And I’ll pour out the colors of the wind
Sing of a great treasured love
Hidden deep down within
Bursting and bubbling over
A living epistle
Known and read of all men
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